I am a
ghostbuster, but I don't have a suit and a proton pack. I wander into this
college dormitory to help get rid of a ghost or two. I keep having this feeling of people grabbing me, but I can't see them. The dormitory reminds me a lot of Wilson Hall at
Oregon State University.
Then, I am sitting at a table eating breakfast with the students, and the table won't stop shaking. I am overcome with fear, and the table continues to shake.
The students at the table, none of whom I recognize, stare at me and say "But we thought you were a ghostbuster!".
I reply, "I'm not a holy man. I'm not a man!".
The table continues to shake. I'm eating eggs. I hate eggs.
I get up and leave the table, and go into a dorm room. This room is calm, and I sit down and meditate. I open my eyes, and the room is swirling with ghosts and spirits, all with hideous faces.
I woke up then, about 90 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, feeling very close to a panic attack. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't calm down, so I gave up trying to sleep and got up. I took a shower, got dressed, read the newspaper, and played Dungeon Keeper II until it was time to go to work.